Jerry owns an old-style diner called Soda Del Sludge. It's design is somewhere between a soda counter and a Tim Burton resort. Mostly dark colors and dark lighting, the place has a new Orleans voodoo and Dia de Los Muertos vibe attached to it. Jerry likes to express that he is NOT evil. Everyone around him pretty much says otherwise.

Jerry's morals fall somewhere along anti-hero. He has formed a dark pact, willingly, with a dark entity known to many as The Void Slime. The giant mouse sold his soul of his own volition to gain power, and to satisfy his own dark desires. While he loves to corrupt people and make them do what he ultimately desires, he is not above helping innocents by transfiguring and consuming truly evil people. Whether this makes him an actually good person is highly up for debate.

The diner acts as a soda counter but with a bakery instead of diner fare, with the one exception being french fries. While ketchup is included, most people eat the fries with either ice cream or soda. However, there is a nefarious purpose to this; especially greedy people are enchanted by his special food.

The dimension of The Void Slime carries a special property. All slimes and oozes have an addictive effect. And Jerry makes full use of this by supplying the compulsion-inducing substance into everything he creates. Macaroons, sodas, ice creams, milkshakes, sugar skulls, ice cream cake, donuts, cupcakes, you name it. But this works in conjunction with a special past time of Jerry's, which is berrification magic.

All of the juices for sodas, baking, ice cream, come from berrified targets. That is, if Jerry didn't eat them first. Or after they've run mostly dry. Juices manufactured from a berrified victim are ten times more delicious than the natural stuff. Adding this to the salty French fries and addictive slime makes many people who come to his soda bar become enormously round, like the massively rotund mouse.

However, addiction and greed are separate, and therefore cause Jerry to have a different viewpoint. Someone who is a paying customer and continuously goes to his bar and fattens up because of his own devices is different than someone who eats due to greed itself. The dark magics inherent in his delectable desserts will bring out the truly greedy, someone who can never sate their piggish desires. And Jerry leans into that.

Jerry will only consume or berrify people who take too much. Because to Jerry, everything in the world will eventually belong to him. Businessmen who sit on their fat rears and order about their workers all day just to earn as much money as possible without lifting a finger, or scientists who wish to grow profits from exploiting humanity, those are his targets.

That greedy boss comes in one late night when the shop is about to close, demanding his seventh soda and eighth milkshake. Little does he realize that the chocolate inside the shake and the cherry juice in the soda will transform him into a round and continually swelling red berry dripping with chocolate, his clothes slowly transformed by the corruption of The Void Slime. That's when Jerry pulls the lever and the kitchen floor opens, rolling the dazed and horny boss down to the dungeon below.

Vast tubes of berry juice course through the maze-like dungeon, a dark rainbow of heavenly, addictive flavor merging into vats of slime. Jerry places a spile into the belly button of the fat boss and begins to milk the precious fluid for future use. But when that berry dries up in about three months, Jerry finally gets to eat.

His dark magic allows him to go many months without eating. Though that doesn't stop him from filling up continuously on his own addictive sweets. Plus, if he makes himself into a berry on accident, his patron's powers will release him from his juicy prison over the course of several hours. But he gains nourishment from all the berry juice he consumes in the process. And his dark patron grants his skin and clothes the ability to stretch without limit, so he can grow more berry juice than others.

Back to the main show, when that fat, cherry-chocolate boss finally dries up, no longer able to produce juice, Jerry goes in for his juicy meal. He especially loves the taste of fear but of pleasure, and he's a master of eliciting both. While he teases his preys' cock and balls, he floods the bearer with imagery of The Void Slime, corrupting their senses and enrapturing them with various images of pleasure. The mind is a feeble thing, and it doesn't take much to make the adrenaline pump and the endorphins to flood his transfigured system. Jerry will shrink his targets down to an edible size and swallow them whole, or transform them into an ice cream cake, using a knife to pleasurably cut their form into more manageable pieces. He is as cruel as he is benevolent to all his prey. And when he finally does finish consuming his prey, The Void Slime consumes their soul, while Jerry finally gains his nourishment.

If the greedy targets of his wrath have a partner in crime, he'll usually feed one to the other. Transforming them into ice cream and pouring it, melted but still cool, down the others throat. Or perhaps force-feeding the soda-transfigured target to the other, then jiggling their belly and making them swell. Jerry loves to torment those who rightfully deserve it. But he loves to toy with and take over their minds.

Of course, another of his favorite forms of torment is wedgies. Hanging a slowly berrifying target by their undies on a meat hook, watching them squirm as they can do nothing about it, their groin being tugged on harder and harder as their weight keeps climbing, their bulging sides preventing them from fixing their underwear and bringing relief to otherwise tortured gonads. He especially loves it when the target has their ass perfectly ballooned around the cloth, which has become stronger thanks to being soaked in various juices. Spankings and caressing rapidly ensues as Jerry drinks straight from the source.

Rarely will he directly fill his targets with slime, but when he does, he means business. The person in question has to have done something bad to warrant this pleasurable punishment, as their soul is not being consumed by The Void Slime. The burst scraps though will eventually dissolve and re The Void Slime to carry on his progeny.

There is one exception to the rule; when he wants revenge in particular on someone. It's one thing to finish off his berries in a way that they enjoy, it's another thing completely when he wants to make the person suffer and cum spiritually at the same time. While he's filling his enemy with slime, he uses a transfiguration spell to turn them into slime, and then uses a mild freeze spell. In so doing, he has turned the slime into a gelatin-like substance. And this substance is all connected to the person's soul. The cutting of frozen, transfigured slime is immeasurably pleasurable, and usually Jerry will do this over the course of months, teasing the targets soul for years at a time, slowly mixing the frozen slime into his soda syrups, ice creams and baked goods. And then he'll feed this person's transformed, gelatinous body to others, the digestion immensely painful to his targets soul. And this cycle of continuous pleasure and pain for the target is what keeps Jerry motivated.

How does he know his targets enjoy this? Because the void Slime made him experience these punishments for 300 years within the void slimes abode. Though only 3 seconds ed in real time, this drove the mouse insane. By pledging his service to the void Slime, he became addicted to the feelings he experienced there. And that's why he likes to induce fear and arousal in his targets, to taste the sweet and savory combination again.

One of his famous quotes when he has a target who knows about his abilities is usually "You see, The Void Slime doesn't exactly make things happen you wouldn't want to. It does corrupt, sure. It makes good people bad, but it makes bad people worse. It warps these desires to manifest the way I want them to. You see, they wouldn't feel this way unless they wanted to, somewhere deep inside their brains. Even if they deny it. And I'm here to cure them of that denial...I love my job."

Jerry's smaller known interests are rubber/rubberizing, hypnosis and cigars. On the rare occasion, Jerry will host "Stretch and Swirl Night." Usually he hosts this during the new moon, when the only light upon the world is the stars. All of his food is made black with activated charcoal as the primary color with slime-batter swirls inside of different colors, his sodas have unmixed but twirled in syrup, milkshakes are layered in spirals. Hypno and rubber enthusiasts are welcome to , and cigars can be bought. That night he enchants his same outfit he always wears to become rubberized and shiny. And every decoration that's put up is made to spin or slowly flash. This night he feeds on the ambient energy of pleasure and sin.

On these nights he'll single out his most depraved target and corrupt them, hypnotizing them, filling their lungs with his smoke, and hardening slime around them to become rubber, giving them carbonated berry juice and filling them till they burst, juice inside of room-filling rubber balls, vague latex imprints of his target. And the rest of the night, he'll chug this corrupted concoction and disperse it to his guests. Then he fills the suit with slime and rubs it against his groin until he finishes, the slime slowly dissolving the rubber that carried the targets soul and now being slipped into the giant mouse's apron, entering the portal to The Void Slime.

Though something just as sinister grants Jerry a full scope of abilities beyond that of a normal person. Even though he has tools around, like the kitchen floor that can open up, or the spiles for his berries, or the tubes that lace his dungeon like a rainbow web, he doesn't exactly need these. To help Jerry are two things; his natural nocturnity became strengthened, and so the shop only opens at night or on cloudy days; and a malignant helper slime. It hides in the void between his body and his clothes. It constantly keeps his fur clean, and can provide protection from the elements. This black and shadow-like being is as cruel and domineering as it's master, but it helps aid Jerry in his endeavors. When people aren't looking the shadow-slime will grab more baked goods to put in the display, or help do some of the work behind the soda bar such as cooking and creating syrups, making ice cream, and the like. But there are two other things this slime helps with, and that is giving him diabolical strength and adding pleasure.

While Jerry is naturally strong due to his size, the shadowplasm betwixt his skin and clothes grants him the strength of Hercules. He can lift berrified subjects who weigh thousands of pounds off the ground with the effort of lifting a 40-foot diameter beachball.

Because of these factors, people swear that his clothes move, but the dark of the soda bar and the voodoo dolls above the soda fountains are just playing a trick of the eye. Or are they? Anyone who catches his secret will automatically become his next victim. No one must know the secrets he possesses.

In addition, the slime induces heavenly pleasure to the mouse. Caressing him in the places he desires to be touched, setting his nerves on fire. Constant belly rubs, ass fucking and filling, and in essence, sucking him off. And when he finishes, instead of staining his clothes, the slime absorbs it as a form of sustenance, like an incubus of ooze.

His final interest is in that of voodoo. The utilizing of ghosts or spirits to help manifest effects in others. Whether filling a rubber balloon voodoo doll or using his body as a calorie-transfer catalyst, using ghosts and ectoplasm to fill his targets, or using berry spells to burst a sacrificial target, he is interested and a master at it. Using ectoplasm, he can more easily transfigure and berrify targets, as it acts as a focus for the spell and make the target tolerate more. But he can only do this when the moon is full, as the spirits are more susceptible to voodoo when it shines brightly.

Art by  mongrel-mika